The burly man was terrified and hastily took a few steps back, but the sword still managed to slash his chest.
Blood immediately stained his clothes.
Xiao Feng pressed his advantage, stepping into the void, and stood suspended in mid-air.
His robes fluttered in the wind, and his body surged with immortal power, making him appear like a celestial being descending to earth.
"Go back and tell your sect leader!" Xiao Feng's eyes flashed like lightning: "Immortals and demons are on different paths, but if you dare to offend the immortal sect again, my sword, Xiao Feng's sword, will show no mercy!"
At this moment, Xiao Feng's figure seemed to merge with the entire immortal sect, exuding an aura of self-confidence.
The burly man staggered backward, clutching his bleeding chest, his eyes filled with both fear and resentment.
He glared fiercely at Xiao Feng, gritting his teeth as he said, "Kid, you just wait!"
After saying this, the burly man waved his hand and led the remaining disciples of the Demonic Cult into the black mist.
In the blink of an eye, the members of the Demonic Sect vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a mess.
"Thank you for your righteous help, Young Master Xiao!" The white-haired immortal leader of the immortal sect witnessed this scene, hurriedly crossed the chaotic battlefield, came to Xiao Feng, clasped his hands and bowed deeply to Xiao Feng respectfully.
"If it weren't for your righteous intervention today, our immortal sect would be in imminent danger."
The white-haired immortal spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Young master's great kindness will never be forgotten by our immortal sect."
Seeing this, Xiao Feng quickly reached out to help the immortal up, and said with a humble smile, "Immortal, you are too kind. It is the way of chivalry to help those in need. Anyone else would have done the same. I was just doing what I should have done."
After exchanging pleasantries, Xiao Feng looked at the immortal with concern and asked, "Why did the Demonic Sect suddenly launch a major attack on the Immortal Sect?"
Just as the immortal was about to answer, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, staining his white robes red.
His body swayed, almost losing his balance, and his face was full of pain.
Blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth, leaving a glaring red mark on his white beard.
"Immortal Master!" Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to support the swaying immortal master.
Upon seeing this, a disciple of the immortal master quickly stepped forward to help him up, asking with concern, "Immortal Master, are you alright?"
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, took out a pill from his pocket, and handed it to the immortal, saying, "Immortal, this is a healing pill that I obtained by chance before. Please take it."
The immortal accepted the elixir, looking slightly hesitant.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Immortal Master, please rest assured, this pill is non-toxic."
After saying that, he gently patted the immortal's back to help him catch his breath.
The immortal nodded his thanks and swallowed the elixir.
Instantly, a warm current circulated within his body, and his previously disordered breathing gradually calmed down.
The immortal took a deep breath, his complexion gradually regaining its rosy hue, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Thank you for saving my life, young master." The immortal bowed deeply to Xiao Feng again: "Young master's medicine is truly miraculous. I feel that my injuries have improved by more than half."
Xiao Feng smiled slightly and said modestly, "You're too kind, Immortal Master. It was nothing at all."
The immortal looked at Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei with curiosity and asked, "May I ask your esteemed name, young master, and the lady beside you?"
Xiao Feng smiled and replied, "Immortal Master, this is Xiao Feng, and this is my fiancée, Zhao Yuwei."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuwei bowed slightly and paid her respects to the immortal.
A hint of surprise flashed in the immortal's eyes, followed by an expression of approval.
He looked the two up and down, thinking to himself that these two young men were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also had a strong sense of justice. If he could get their help, it would greatly enhance the strength of the immortal sect.
Thinking of this, the immortal master's expression turned serious, and he said sincerely, "Young Master Xiao, Miss Zhao, the Demonic Sect is currently rampant, attempting to dominate the cultivation world. Our immortal sect is willing to join hands with all righteous people in the world to fight against it. You two are both skilled in martial arts and have chivalrous hearts. I wonder if you would like to join our immortal sect to fight against the Demonic Sect together?"
When he said this, the immortal's eyes shone brightly.
He even unconsciously took a half step forward, as if afraid of missing their response.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's expression turned solemn, and he asked, "Immortal Master, why is the Demonic Sect so ruthless in its pursuit of extermination against the Immortal Sect?"
Upon hearing this, the Immortal Master's expression suddenly turned grief-stricken, his eyes filled with rage. He said, "That vice leader of the Demonic Sect is ambitious and attempts to unify the Immortal Sect. Our Immortal Sect is unwilling to submit to his tyranny, so he sees our Immortal Sect as a thorn in his side and wants to get rid of it as soon as possible. He even ordered a bloodbath against our Immortal Sect."
Xiao Feng was startled when he heard the words "Vice Leader of the Demonic Sect".
He frowned, recalling the time he had spent away from the Ming Cult, during which his adoptive father, possessed by the Taotie, had undergone a drastic change in temperament and become increasingly eccentric.
A terrible thought popped into his mind.
Could it be that the Taotie completely devoured its adoptive father, causing it to commit such a mad act?
Xiao Feng's expression grew increasingly grave as he realized the urgency of the situation. If he did not return to the Ming Cult as soon as possible to stop his adoptive father, the cultivation world would surely fall into an even greater catastrophe.
Having made up his mind, Xiao Feng clasped his hands and said to the Immortal Master, "Immortal Master, to be honest, the Vice Leader of the Demonic Sect has a deep connection with me. Now I must rush back to the Ming Cult to stop this disaster. I hope you can understand that I cannot fight alongside the Immortal Sect this time."
Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed across the immortal's face, but it was quickly replaced by understanding.
He nodded and said, "Young Master Xiao is a man of great wisdom and righteousness. Since you have important matters to attend to, then you should leave first. Our Immortal Sect will certainly stand firm and fight the Demonic Sect to the very end."
Xiao Feng clasped his hands in a salute again, then exchanged a glance with Zhao Yuwei, and the two nodded in tacit agreement.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei flew on the clouds and soon arrived at the gate of the Ming Cult Palace.
They landed quietly, hid in a secluded corner, and watched the towering building from afar.
The palace's exterior walls were entirely black, with intricate magical patterns carved into the massive stone walls, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
Atop the towering spire, a ferocious monster statue sits, seemingly looking down on everyone who approaches.
At the gate, dozens of burly guards, armed with long spears, scanned the surroundings with eyes as sharp as hawks.
They were dressed in uniform black armor, with gleaming longswords hanging at their waists, and each of them exuded an aura of quiet authority.
Xiao Feng frowned and said, "The guards are too tight. If we rush in, we'll probably be captured before we even get inside."
Zhao Yuwei nodded in agreement: "That's right. The Ming Cult palace is so large and the layout is so complicated that even if you were lucky enough to get in, finding your godfather would be like finding a needle in a haystack."
As the two were anxiously racking their brains for a solution, Zhao Yuwei, with her sharp eyes, suddenly noticed a group of maids hurrying towards the palace not far away.
These maids, dressed in matching gray dresses and white headscarves, carrying exquisite food boxes, walked briskly toward the gate.
Zhao Yuwei's eyes lit up, and she turned to Xiao Feng and whispered, "Look at those maids, why don't we blend in with them? That way we might be able to get into the palace smoothly."
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